The Institute

Chapter three - Seeing Red

It had been a week since the council saw me, declaring my non magical status. A small part of me had not believed that I had got out of their clutches so easily. All supernatural creatures came into their magical abilities by twenty-one. Witches tended to start doing magic at an early age, fairies realised their abilities at about twelve, angels sprouted their wings at Nineteen, werewolves turned at eighteen and nosferatu vampires stopped aging and gained their special ability at twenty-one. My little white lie that I had never done anything magical had saved my behind. I still had no idea what my nosferatu ability was, but given I was half witch and could do almost anything anyway, I may never find out specifically what it was, and given that I had gone the entire week without needing to feed on anyone's blood, that could mean that my nosferatu side was dormant and I was just a normal witch. That did not mean that I wanted to suddenly up end my life and to join others of my kind though. 

In the meantime, I had been going about my life as usual. Work, coffee with friends and practicing my wiccan crap at night. I was currently scribbling down all the magical potions and spells that I had managed so far in my pentagram notebook, not with my hand but by moving the pen with my mind while I laid flat on my stomach on my bed with my feet kicked up in the air. I named each of them and wrote about their ingredients, smell, colour or feeling when I cast them. It would be my own little spell book, like a diary confession to myself to prove I was not the unmagical being that the council believed me to be. I would need to get another copy though as this was the last page. 

I sat up from where I laid on my stomach on my bed, smiling as the pen made its final period and went to the bedside table to lay down. I flicked through the pages, admiring how I had so artfully conscribed my thoughts to the page, with added illustrations where needed. 

There was a knock at my front door and I leant over, lifting the side of my mattress to hide the completed book underneath it before I made my way to answer the door. I smiled widely at Matthew who stood with a single rose in a hand. "For you." he announced as he handed me the rose. I took it and pulled it to my nose, enjoying its sweet scent as I waved him inside. 

I walked through to the kitchen and put a small bit of water in a tall thin vase before popping the rose inside. Matthew was like me, not exactly well off, and so he would often get me a single flower to show his affection. I picked up the vase and walked back through to the living room placing it on the coffee table in front of us before sitting in the sofa and snuggling into Matthew's side. "How was work?" 

"Same old." he shrugged. Matthew worked in the mall; it was where we had met. I had been passed around foster homes most of my childhood and had just decided that enough was enough and wanted to branch out on my own. I got a job at a small crappy fast-food stall right in the middle of the mall and Matthew came every day for a year to buy his lunch before he finally asked me out. 

The thought of his sweetness made me smile to myself as I turned, straddling him and cupped his face in my hands. He gave me a lust filled smile as I leaned down and placed a small kiss on his lips. When I went to pull away, Matthews hands grabbed at me ass and held me to him making me giggle. We kissed again, much more passionately making a small moan escape me as his hands travelled my body, my need pooling from my core at the sensation of his touch. He pulled at the hem of my t-shirt, me mirroring his actions as we broke away for the briefest of seconds to rid ourselves of the items. 

Our lips crashed back together as Matthew scooped me up and started to walk through to my bedroom. He carefully put me down on my feet as we fought to rid ourselves of our pants. Pulling off our remaining clothes, our naked bodies fell together onto the bed. We rolled a little, fighting for the dominance of who got to go on top. As I managed to pin Matthew to the bed, I slowly slid myself onto his hard c**k, smirking at my victory. 

Matthew's hands grasped my breasts as I bounced up and down on his hard member, riding him like my life depended on it. Moans of pleasure escaped us both as I enjoyed the feeling of him sliding in and out of me. I leaned down, continuing my motion as I kissed down Matthew's jaw until I reached the crook of his neck. 

I felt like time started to move in slow motion. My eyes zeroed in on the pulse of his vein in his neck. I felt my pupils dilate as I thought of the warm blood flowing through his body. My jaw ached slightly as my fangs started to descend for the first time. I licked my lips as I placed a few small kisses on that special spot, fighting the urge within me to bite down and feed. The pleasure inside of me from taking Matthew over and over made my resolve start to melt away. 

Just one small bite, one taste. Before I knew it, my fangs had sunk deep into Matthew's neck. He groaned in pleasure as the drug that coated them was fed into his bloodstream, meant to make our pray compliant. A groan of my own escaped my lips as his warm blood slithered down my throat. I latched my lips onto his skin, not wanting to waste a drop as I began to suck, the euphoria of feeding for the first time pushing me over the edge as my orgasm rushed through me. The feeling of Matthew's blood bringing something alive inside of me made me want more, much more. 

I continued to feed, developing almost tunnel vision, only able to think of me and the blood. I continued to f**k Matthew, the drug in my fangs making him hard again the second he came inside me. I never wanted it to end, the s*x, the pleasure, the blood. 

Suddenly there was a force on me, ripping me from my Navana as I was thrown from the bed and across the room. I felt strong hands on me, holding me back, keeping me from what I wanted. I used my telekinesis to force whoever it was away from me. I tried to get back to Matthew, who still laid on the bed when more hands latched on me, holding me tight, pulling me back. I looked down at the hands on my right-hand side before my eyes travelled up the arms of the person they belonged to and onto the face of the male witch that had taken me to the council a week ago. 

With little effort, I sent the man flying back into my bedroom wall, the blood I had consumed amplifying my magical abilities. My head whipped to the other side to see the hands of the woman, shaking after seeing the ease of which I had dispatched of her partner. With a smirk, I sent the b***h flying through the air and crashing out of my bedroom window. 

I could smell the blood, hear Matthew's heart beat calling for me to feed. My eyes landed back on his still form on the bed, but as I tried to step towards him, another figure stood in the way. I looked up in anger into the eyes of Mirovi, his gaze hard as he looked at me. I was done with him, done with his displeasure of having me as a daughter. The words filthy half breed echoed through my mind as I concentrated on Mirovi's brain, causing the blood vessels inside it to bust causing him searing pain. I had never seen it before, the building blocks that made us all up. The fibres of our beings, so fragile. 

The big bad nosferatu Mirovi, bowing down to the daughter he never wanted, the filthy half breed no one wanted. My rage started to take over my lust as I made more of the vessels in Mirovi's brain erupt, relishing in the grunts of pain that filled the air. "Enough!" a female voice yelled out. My head turned to where the sound had come from to see Liona stood, looking at me with the same hard gaze that she had staring forward in the council chambers. "That is enough Violet." 

"I disagree." I told her, my voice not even sounding like my own. This woman was just as bad as Mirovi. Hell, this woman had carried me, given birth to me, just to throw me out like I was nothing, like I was trash. I took a step towards her, my vision turning red as my anger honed in on its new target. 

"Violet, look at Matthew." Liona instructed. For some reason, I complied, my eyes moving over to the man I loved. His breathing was shallower and his heartbeat was slowing down as his blood pooled on the bed, still spilling from the small puncture wounds on his neck. 

The sight snapped me out of whatever had a hold of me and within the blink of an eye I was on the bed, cradling Matthew's naked form to me. "Matthew, Matthew." I whispered. "Matthew!" I screamed this time, the force of my distress causing the remaining intact window to shake in its frame. Tears rolled down my cheek as I turned his head to the side to see the wound that I had caused. The marks of my fangs were still pumping out blood, draining his life away. I closed my eyes, placing my hand over his wound. 

I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't even know if what I was trying to do was possible. I focused on Matthew, on his smile, the way he made me feel, the way that I loved him. I thought of all the times he was there for me, how my life was only worth living with him in it. I was desperate and devastated as strangled choked sob escaped my lips. 

I opened my eyes and looked down, moving my hand to the side. I sighed with relief to see the marks of my fangs were gone and I could hear his heartbeat starting to return to a steady rhythm as his chest started to rise and fall with ease. 

I suddenly became aware of the five other people in the room, as well as my nakedness. I looked up to the angered face of Mirovi, the male and female witch that had taken me to the council chamber helping their friend up off the floor. "You lied!" Mirovi yelled, his anger shattering my remaining window. 

"Do you blame me?" I snapped back. "You wanted me to admit that I could use magic, so you could take me away from everything I know, from everything I love." 

Mirovi smirked. "Well, I have no choice now. You are obviously more powerful than I had first imagined, it would be negligent to leave you here where you can hurt others." 

"No." I gasped, feeling like all the air had been suddenly squeezed out of my lungs. 

"You leave me no choice. I don't even think the institute is the right place for you." Mirovi announced, his voice taking on an air of victory. "Get her dressed and packed up. I will summon the council." his eyes then landed on Matthew. "Wipe his memory and that of her other human friends. One thing is for certain, she will not be coming back here." 

"No!" I screamed as Liona stepped forward and placed her hand on his arm. I lunged for the two of them, not caring about my nakedness anymore, but before I could reach them, they disappeared and I landed in a heap on the floor. I turn back to see the male witch who didn't take me to the council, lay his hand on Matthew and the two of them disappear as well. "No." I sighed out, feeling as if my happy little human bubble was well and truly smashed into a million pieces.